First off, your new American Idol-ism: Sungina. It's a noun meaning male with an ambiguous sexuality who is extremely sensitive. Thank you HollyWagers office!

Yeah. So Peter Noone and Lulu were last night's guests on British Invasion night. And not one Beatles song was sung. Or was that because Michael Jackson wouldn't let them, the meanie? Speaking of, there will be some MJ-ness in this wrap-up, so it'll be awesome! Also, this may be brief because as good as the show was, there are some other things we have going on, like wine tasting. Yummy!

So Haley took last week's compliment about having a little bit of stage presence and decided she was going to skank it up with some short-shorts this week. And you know what, it worked. Even though she's on the bottom of DialIdol's list, she might've pulled off another week.

Let me tell you, I'm still not a huge Chris Richarson girl, but he gained some respect last night with keeping it chill and acoustic. But there's so much Justin going on, I was expecting, like, a psychadellic version of "Cry Me A River" or something.

Stephanie. Poor Stephanie. I think even she's over the Beyonce stuff by now. Seriously. I think if you're pigeonholed by one voice, it's time to go. It means that your career is going to be you catching up to Bey's, and she's been surpassed by J-Hud anyway. I wouldn't be surprised if she's bottom 3 this week.

Okay, so I'm starting to get a little sick of Blake's schtick, is that wrong? I wasn't really all that impressed with him, but I did like the arranging far better than last week's mess.

Speaking of mess, LaKisha was one last night. At least, looks-wise she was. The singing was great as always, but the whole getup, including the million in diamonds and curly hair, was just gaudy. And, living in Vegas, I know what gaudy is, people.

Then there was the complete opposite with Jordin. Holy crap, I love that girl. With the straight hair and simple black dress, she was the best of the evening, by far. Her voice is getting better every week.

I really have nothing to say about Sunjaya. I had to turn away and mop the floor during his performance. Or whatever you want to call that.

Gina pulled out the Stones, which wasn't a surprise. But I really wasn't wowed by it. I was thinking she could pull it off after the Evanescence awhile back, but she just couldn't do it.

Chris Sligh went all Taylor on dat ass with the crowd manhandling, then deciding to use the mic stand as a fake weapon against Simon while singing a Zombies song that I've heard, maybe, once. But his posse had the best sign of the night with "Bringing Chubby Back." I've been singing it in the office all day.

I mean, do we even need to talk about Melinda at this point? She was a black hole of cute. And yeah, I guess she can sing.

Labels: American Idol, Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson, Ryan Seacrest, Simon Cowell

posted by Kari at 11:17 PM